A blackbird dropped by to see me
this mountain Sunday morning
as I sat with coffee on our patio.
He landed on a flower box,
sat there for a while listening
to my words of welcome,
then hopped nimbly over
to the other pot,
stayed there a bit,
(just so as not to seem in a rush)
then flew away.
It was a nice neighborly sort of visit,
and I asked that my prayers
for my friends around the world
would drop in on them today,
leaving each with a sense that
somehow, they too had been visited.
Sunday, July 16, 2017